[attr="class","mouths1"]Sabot beckoned to the angel. "Come, what's the sense in my giving you a sneak peek of the renovations if you're going to walk so slowly through everything?" she laughed. Sabot pointed out the expanded orchestra pit and the revamped fly gallery to her guest. "I suppose it was presumptuous of me, Sister, to bring you to the Lunar Theater between productions. But I do believe it is, well, I think the expression goes: 'the devil is in the details'. One would not, without prior knowledge, be able to appreciate the specially crafted dichroic glass, for instance, while a play was in session."
With deft footwork, the angel scaled the set, extending her arms and looking down at Arciea. "Isn't it splendid? I usually do not luxuriate in affairs such as this but after the recent showing I had had the fortune to attend, I could not refuse to pledge some sort of financial support to the theater's endeavours." Sabot leapt down to where Arciea was standing and dusted herself off. "Perhaps most importantly, however, I thought I'd try and show you an entertaining afternoon, as thanks for your assistance with that 'magick candies' affair, Mademoiselle Paenar. If anything, I'm embarrassed that I can't do more at the present moment, what with Upper Pavane's favourite dining spot completely booked for the holiday weekend." she sighed.
Hanyang snapped her fingers, recalling how she'd wanted to start her next sentence, "Again to my point, I really don't know if anyone else affiliated with the Council thanked you for your assistance in that matter. It was no small act of charity, truly. I think what you offer, in general, is a very unique perspective on things, you see. For example! Perhaps one looks at a theater production and sees the cast, the set, maybe some of the fly crew if they're not careful," she laughed, "And that would be absolutely expected, nothing wrong there. I think most of Pavane meets that par mark, for the other races, not for theater. Pardon the narrow example but I am merely trying to compliment your unnaturally open vision, Mademoiselle." Sabot tucked into the one of the re-upholstered front row seats. Removing a glove from her hand, she gestured for Arciea to sit with her. "As angels, it's particularly necessary, you know, to see what the other races seem to filter out. I cannot, for the life of me, think of any angel I know who would voluntarily visit the dreadful slop kitchen to speak with, of all people, a faerie volunteer. That, to me, speaks to the extent of your vision, your..." she paused. "Your awareness of how simply other beings operate in spite of what transpires above and around them."
The lovely scenery and decor of the Lunar Theater pleased Sabot on deep level. Her appreciation for the venue had grown into a tremendous respect after taking up an offer on a complimentary matinee. Her good spirits had followed her the whole day and was the driving reason for her to take Sister Arciea out to see the shiny new renovations. For now, it didn't matter that Arciea had given false information about the magick candies. Hanyang pointed out the luxurious embroidery on the stage curtain with a smile.
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Arciea Paenar , something else to ask of you?
"Because this is Sister's invitation, it is mandatory that everything is appreciated." Arciea maintained a certain speed in her pacing while surveying her surrounding with ever-increasing curiosity.
"True beauty need not immediate attention, Sister. Eyes will naturally draw towards what embodied such quality." Arciea, slightly focused her attention, gazed upon her Sister as her speech ended. She enjoyed the joyful look and refined appearance of her Sister.
Watching her Sister introducing various details of the Theater, as well as performing a little tour, Arciea almost forgot that her Sister was a dignified member of the Council.
"There is no need to trouble yourself, Sister. Spending time with you is already an honour." Although Arciea guessed that the Council could easily arrange a place for both her and her Sister, she felt a lot more comfortable with this calm, informal 'date'.
"Your compliment overstates my capability, Sister. I merely spend too much time in the area beneath most notice, and with it comes my slightly unnatural perspective. I'm sure that Sister will be better than me, if Sister pays even a silver of your attention." Arciea could not help but slime in spite of her usual composure. Her face fluttered a little; her wings subtly waved, and her head hang slightly higher than usual.
It was a feeling of acceptance that caressed her heart; a strange, confusing sensation that drowned over Arciea. She held the compliment tightly in her heart, for none had ever praised her curiosity with such emotions.
[attr="class","mouths1"]"You make very good points, you know. It's true what you say, it's true, beauty cannot really hide. Not from you, not from us." chirped Hanyang. "But as you can see, and as you have experienced, it takes longer for some to uncover it. Myself unfortunately included, for now." she said with a coy wink. Sabot took in a deep breath, puffing her chest out slightly with a closed smile. "It gives me great relief to hear you're at least enjoying this time with me. I don't know anyone else who would have agreed to accompany me here." The angel removed her cap and held it in her hands.
"I do believe there's a cast member doing recitations somewhere on the premises still, I'd love to . In any case, I anticipate their next production eagerly. I'll take you to it, if you so wish. Tickets free of charge are a large perk to being a patron here." Sabot flashed a giddy grin. "Really though, enough about me and enough, at least for now, about this lovely place. How are you, Sister? What's on your mind?" she asked, crossing her legs and turning herself wholly towards Arciea. Perhaps, if she were speaking to anyone else, even any other angel, this would signal the beginning of the intelligence-gathering portion of her job but, right now, Sabot sought to enjoy rare time away from the job. Blinking, Sabot realised how her questions may have come off, clearing her throat quickly before reiterating, "I hope you don't feel any kind of unease with me. Not here, at least. I truly am curious. You perhaps would be surprised at the low number of people I know outside of work connections. Ah, speaking of connections, you know, it's not a controversial opinion to believe that you nearly could've been a Council Adviser yourself. But, and here's the relevant part, Firefly's got rather strong connections of her own so what could one have done anyhow? Droll office work is much more suited to her, than to you though. I'd feel cheated, to have to miss you due to some paperwork overload keeping you overtime." she giggled.
Hanyang cleared her throat again, this time wiping the mirthful smile from her face to ask, "But really, how are you? What's been going on for you, Sister? Let's not forget, you are my senior so anything I can help you with, I shall."
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Arciea Paenar , any foolhardy endeavours of note?
"I'm positive that if Sister desires so, many would travel from all over Pavane to accompany you." Arciea gazed her vision across the theater, then back at her Sister whose hat rested softly upon her hand. She looked expectionally relaxed compared to her usual composure.
"If Sister wishes so, the cast would be more than honour to meet you. After all, the hard-working people deserve praise, especially those who work for the people." Arciea leaned onto the seat and rested her lantern upon her laps, feeling its warmth caressing her skin.
"Sister Sherman indeed has the quality far more suitable for the position of an adviser than me. I'm contented with this wandering life, and the position within the Council would only restrict me." Arciea did not wish to become a member of the Council, even though she likely could accomplish the feat. She lacked the ambition, and her dream would not necessarily align with the vision of the Council.
Still, with many of her Sisters as the Council themselves, it could be said that she was already a part of the Council. It would not be unthinkable if Sister Amy would one day push an deliberately empty position to her.
"Sister, my mind is filled with gratitude for guiding me into this beautiful theater. It is a tranquility that I so long miss. For this moment, my mind is peacefully blank." Arciea closed her eyes and listened to the non-existence music. Her finger tapped onto the arm of the seat along with its illusionary rhythm.
Entering from stage right, the tall elf was clearly not dressed for full rehearal as she strutted into position. Her lines were clearly memorized, and she had plenty of confidence to back her role. Delivery had been easy the last performance, and her favor with the audience only rose due to it.
"Cleo, there's a mark downstage! Fauzians, let's start from scene two, Act 2!"
A call back to crew and actors, though it was starting to drown in the noise of rowdy performers. They had all noticed the small audience sitting in front, but none of them truly batted an eye. After all, they were the stars. Who was any politician when it came to the popularity of the people?
As the scene began, frightful looks of performers laced with fearful screams as they ran to and from each position on stage-- all until Imalda stood center, determined. Eyes immediately struck and stuck to the two in the audience, unwavering as she demanded their full attention.
"Citizens of Fauzre!"
A pause, waiting for silence thereafter chaos.
"There is an enemy that must be found and captured! Believe nothing she says. She's evil. Evil in the flesh. Responsible for the mutilation of these poor, innocent Fae! Her uniform itself is but an outward manifestation of her twisted nature! This distortion... this repulsion... this... Wicked Witch!"
With a lift of her head, effects were tested as smoke unsuccessfully shot up into the air. Instead, it fizzed out as a mist, causing a halt in their practice as several Fairies scurried out onstage.
Imalda couldn't help but sigh, the cast going back to their antics as they waited on the fix. Typical for them. After inner debating, she walked to the stage apron and leaned down, trying to get on eye-level of her two new audience members.
"I apologize for the delays. However, I must confess that the free performances you receive during rehearsal are not nearly worth what a single ticket entails. Which donors do we have the pleasure of rehearsing affront?"
[attr="class","mouths1"]Sabot beamed and clapped a polite amount. The angel donned her cap again and offered Arciea her hand so as to suggest she stand up as well.
"Fräulein Eppolito, Pavane's finest! I am Sabot of Hanyang, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance personally. This is Arciea Paenar, a dear colleague of mine, with a very good eye for art might I add." smiled Hanyang. Seeing the cast and crew in action gave her great joy. Every moving part that contributed to a production running as smooth as can be appeared to Sabot like notes in a musical composition. Of course, she appreciated standout, individual efforts like Imalda's immensely. "For the life of me, I cannot make heads or tails of those who long for the older generation of thespians when today's productions are so elegant in their modernity. Trust me when I say the crews of five hundred years ago would love to have the equipment us theatregoers take for granted every viewing nowadays. I'm glad we visited, seeing a rehearsal is a unique experience in its own right, especially for a limited run such as this." said Sabot, crossing her arms behind her back.
"Miss, your performance reflects your effort. I now believe the reputation of Lunar Theater." Arciea stood up with her Sister and slightly bowed to greet the actress.
"Please don't mind me too much, Miss. This angel is hereto accompany her Sister. She is the one with a kind heart to sanction this place." Arciea smiled as she directed her gesture at her Sister, assuming a role of lesser importance. After all, she was merely here as a guided one.
"Any performance, within itself, contains a beauty of its own, even the rehearsal. After all, perfection arises from perseverance." Arciea softly complimented the elf. She kinda liked to watch performance, especially those detailing myths and tales of old time.
Maybe it was because she wanted to see, with her own eyes, the world of the past, the actual humans, the actual Goddesses.
"Although Sister exaggerate my worth, it is true that new technology compliments the performance; still, I believe that the skill of the actresses themselves worth more than all other." Arciea nodded to her Sister's words and added a little of her own.
With a sweeping motion of her arm, the Elf bowed to the two higher beings. Her interest lied specifically with Sabot, though did not falter to look over Arciea, either. She had memorized the list of donors and certainly recalled Sabot on the roster on more than one occasion. Adrenaline raced knowing that a donor of all could pick her out-- she wouldn't disappoint.
"I take those compliments to heart, as I strive to improve my skills further. Our technology is only as good as the Council and individuals fund it."
After straightening up, she glanced at the cast and crew who were haphazardly repositioning themselves. Some were practicing lines, others goofed off through means of improv, and others still attempted to sort attention that fixes had hastily been made. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted to show two of their important guests. Utter lunacy.
"Though our run with this show shall be limited, we still treat it as we would any of our older viewings. And we greatly appreciate those who honor the arts and view our work with open minds. As such, at any point in our rehearsal tonight, I implore you to give your critiques. Beauties such as yourselves have quite the stage presence, even from your placement in the audience. Concerns will be addressed seriously."
With a dip of her head, the tall Elven soul stepped back and away, a final bow before returning to place. A clap of her hands magickally brought attention back to the performance, each cast member drawling back into their natural setting.
[attr="class","mouths1"]"See, Sister? How can I be exaggerating your worth? If she calls us beauties, then who are we to disagree?" Sabot raised her eyebrows at Arciea and flashed a smile. Then, she offered her hand to Arciea again so that they may take their seats together. "I believe I speak for both of us when I say we would be honoured to continue viewing your art in the making. As for critiques," Sabot shrugged, "I'll try to be impartial but please don't be surprised if I am too enthralled to make any worthwhile comments, Fräulein Eppolito."
"Wonderful, isn't she? I see a lot of similarities between the both of you. If you had more free time, I'd push, politely, that you audition, you know. I joke, I joke. It takes a lot of nerve to take the stage. I wouldn't be able to, personally. I wanted to say, before I forgot, I liked how you put it, earlier. About perfection from perseverance. I quite like that." The angel breathed gently as her shoulders relaxed and she nestled back into her seat. "A candy, Sister?" Sabot took a pair of chocolate toffees from her pen pocket and, unwrapping them with just one hand, popped one in her mouth, leaving the other for Arciea. "Since they've not yet restarted, of course. The last thing we'd want is to contribute the sound of a candy wrapper during their performance." she giggled.
"It is certain that your effort has proven itself, miss," Arciea echoed forth with her agreement. She truly enjoyed the performance of these beauties. In a smooth movement, she accepted her Sister's hand and sat down.
"Of course, Sister. I am more than willing to sit here with you to view the art of acting." Arciea turned to express her contentment to her Sister. It was a pleasure for her to have this little peaceful moment with her Sister, away from the conflict and chaos.
"You greatly fluster me, Sister. They deserve this compliment, and I'm merely expressing my feeling." Arciea smiled before taking the candy offered by her Sister. "Thank you, Sister."
Upon entering her mouth, it melted into a torrent of taste: sweet. The sweetness seeped into her body as her mind began to relax once again, waiting for the show to begin.
"Sister, don't tease me so much," Arciea pleaded. She then turned her attention to the on-going stage. Thus, the world froze, and the wonderland once again pulled the angel into her ideal vision, filled with emotions and surreal thoughts.
Living in a dystopian society, seven mystic races are trapped due to their own selfishness. Tensions rise between the races and the different social classes, leading up to the constant struggle for power, with no end in sight.
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